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Charles took a deep breath as he settled onto his knees, resting his weight on the breeding frame as Raven tightened the cuffs around his wrists. She adjusted the cushion under his belly – he wouldn’t be able to take this position for much longer, not once the baby started to show – and then finished with the cuffs around his ankles. Taking her time, she double and triple checked every point where Charles’ skin touched the frame, including his inhibitor collar, making sure he was well protected from any friction.
“Is this really necessary?” he asked, even though he knew the answer. Raven could be remarkably stubborn, and rarely changed her mind once she decided on a course of action. She was particularly sensitive to any criticism about her mutation, particularly from Erik who lectured constantly about her lack of control. It had led to many heated arguments between the two siblings, and nothing Charles or their father said ever made a difference. “I could help you practice with my telepathy.”
“No.” Dismissing his offer, she pressed an affectionate kiss to Charles’ cheek and then circled the frame to settle in behind him. “I need to be able to do this on my own. I can’t rely on you when I’m out on assignment.”
He sighed, knowing it was useless to argue, and gave himself over to Raven’s demands. It was still strange to be naked and spread out in her presence, no matter that she’d been having sex with him for the past four years. In her eyes, there was nothing wrong with sharing her father’s omega, as Jakob made it clear that Charles belonged to the whole Lehnsherr clan.
“Relax,” she murmured, hands sliding down his flank to his hips. He felt his cheeks flush when she immediately started licking his hole, and moaned loudly as she used her tongue to loosen the tight muscle.
He felt his cunt gush as she worked him open, fingers joining her tongue as she lapped at his slick. She knew it drove him crazy being eaten out like this; all the Lehnsherrs knew it was Charles’ biggest weakness. He could barely keep himself from thrusting back; to grind her face against his ass until she gave him what he needed.
“Raven…please.”
She chuckled – and god she sounded just like Erik in his teasing mood – and slowly got up off her knees, licking her fingers. He could see her through the full length mirror she’d put in front of the rack, placed there so she could watch and rate her transitions. She was so beautiful – he’d always thought so, since the day she was born – and never more than when she was excited and eager to go.
With her remarkable gift, Raven could transform her body at will, and given enough practice could take any form she desired. Though a beta, she often gave herself a cock, and used it as frequently on Charles as the alphas in the family. She changed its size and shape as it suited her mood, and today she was feeling particularly mischievous, making it nearly double the thickness of her usual prick. Charles could feel the sizable heft and girth as she pushed in, and nearly blacked out from pleasure as his cunt undulated and stretched to take it all in.
(Though it was nothing to accommodate her even at this size, not after six – soon to be seven – children and twenty years with the Lehnsherrs.)
“God, that’s good,” Raven gasped, steadying herself behind Charles, her hands grasping either side of the frame. She pushed in until she was fully seated, then stopped for a few seconds to catch her breath. It was hard not to wriggle or clench around her the thick length, though he didn’t have to wait long; she pulled halfway out and quickly shoved back in, and started rocking into Charles with deep, steady strokes.
“Ah…Raven…”
“Charles,” she groaned, her yellow eyes glittering as she held his gaze through the mirror. She looked ruined, like she was already nearing her peak, until her skin rippled and went from bright blue to blazing red, her body growing five inches in height and adding thirty pounds of muscle.
She’d taken Jakob’s form many times, and Erik’s once or twice, but never someone outside the family when she took Charles to bed. It shocked him, even knowing it was Raven, to see himself being vigorously fucked by their family enforcer. Azazel had been with the Lehnsherrs for nearly as long as Charles himself, and had a kind if somewhat aloof presence. It was startling to see his face staring back at him full of hunger, those black irises blown wide as he bucked his hips. He’d never thought of Azazel this way – and the man had never shown any interest in Charles – yet the surge of lust that ripped through him stole his breath away, and nearly pushed him straight over the edge.
Azazel – Raven – grinned as he raked his eyes over Charles, taking him in, his own blue eyes dark and body quivering from sensation. He made little noises – ugh, ugh – each time he was breached, red mouth hanging open as Azazel’s cock punched the sound from his lips. There was no hiding how much he craved this; how much he loved getting fucked, having his cunt filled over and over until he couldn’t think from the bliss.
Then, he felt Azazel’s tail – dexterous and muscular and dangerously sharp – wrap around his length and start stroking, and instantly he was coming, his whole body seizing with pleasure, cunt clenching hard around Azazel’s cock as he spurted his release.
“Good, Charles, yes, come for me,” Azazel purred, and Charles shivered at the timbre of his voice – so low and pleased with his performance. In that moment, he completely forgot that it wasn’t Raven in disguise, and shame swirled in his gut at how much he was enjoying the man’s touch.
(He didn’t think he could feel shame anymore, after so many years as the Lehnsherrs’ communal property.)
But then he did remember, and it was okay, though he realized that was why she made him wear the inhibitor collar. She didn’t want him distracting her with his gift, as he couldn’t help but know her from touching her mind. His blindness helped her focus as she adopted other forms, and to feel accomplished if she could successfully convince Charles of her mimicry.
“Raven,” he said, and Raven as Azazel tsked in displeasure, skin rippling to take another familiar form as she continued to thrust. This time, she chose her father’s bodyguard Logan, who was even stronger and heavier set than Azazel. He was well known as a vicious, almost feral brute of a man, with an intensity that made him as rightly feared as the Lehnsherrs’ enforcer.
Logan was only ever gentle with Charles, and inordinately protective, and the way he watched him with hooded eyes always made his stomach go tight with unexpected feeling.
“Chuck,” Raven answered, smirking when he felt Charles clench hard around the new – longer, and thicker cock – pounding his cunt. He had no idea if Logan was really that well-endowed, but every other aspect of the man was rendered to perfection. His wild haircut, the rough pads of his fingertips on Charles’ skin, even the virile alpha scent that was distinctly Logan permeated the air. Almost instantly he found himself lost to the sight and sensation, keening as Logan – no Raven – grabbed the lobes of his ass and squeezed. Hard.
He nearly came again, when Logan leaned into his ear and growled, “Fucking gorgeous. You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to fuck you.”
Of course he knew, being a telepath, but he had no idea if Raven actually knew Logan’s true feelings or if she was merely trying to get a rise out of Charles. Either way, he could trust her to keep it a secret – what she did or didn’t know, along with Charles’ reaction – from the rest of the family. She’d always been the closest to him out of all the children, and knew she wouldn’t jeopardize the peace over a mutual fantasy.
(It could never be more than a fantasy, as the Lehnsherrs owned him body and soul.)
He let go, giving himself over to the illusion, allowing himself to indulge in the thrill and heat of the moment. It was Logan driving into Charles and spearing him open, taking what he was only too happy to give. It was Logan grunting as he rocked in and out, rough hands palming at his flesh. It was Logan who pressed sweet kisses against his neck, and whispered, “Yeah, baby,” and “So fucking good, Chuck,” and fucked him like he could never get enough. And it was Logan who shoved his knot past Charles’ rim with a shout, shooting thick, sticky stripes deep inside his cunt.
He let the feeling linger, eyes closed and unmoving as he worked Logan’s cock, milking it as it continued spurting hot seed. When he finally opened his eyes long moments later, it was to see Raven sprawled over his back, panting from exertion. She was blue again, and very visibly annoyed even as she shuddered through the last of her orgasm.
“Fuck! I couldn’t hold it,” she whined, like a petulant child and not an adult at eighteen. She yanked her knot out with a snarl, making Charles wince, though she was too worked up to notice his reaction. “I almost had it! I even stayed in form when I knot you! But I couldn’t hold onto it when I started to come.”
It was hard to be reassuring in his position, still affixed to the rack and ass gaping and dripping come and slick, but he did his best to be supportive of his first born.
“You’re nearly there, darling. A bit more practice and you won’t have any issues, I promise, no matter the distraction.”
She heaved a disappointed sigh as she worked to release him from his bindings, unbuckling his wrists and ankles and then helping him off the rack. Setting him gently onto the plush leather sofa, she wrapped blankets around them both and then laid down with her head on his lap. “It’s taking too long.”
Charles smiled. “It’ll take you as long as you need. No more, no less.”
She made a face but leaned into his touch when he reached to stroke her hair. “Erik said—”
“Erik needed plenty of help before he mastered his own gift,” he said, not wanting the man’s relentless pursuit of perfection to put undue pressure on his siblings. “What does your father have to say?”
Raven smiled. “He says I’m doing great.”
“You see?” Charles said, “Jakob knows what he’s talking about. You should listen to him.”
“Okay.” She pulled Charles’ arm around her and clutched it tightly against her chest. “Love you, Charles. Thank you for your help.”
Charles exhaled slowly, and pressed a light kiss to her forehead.
“I love you, Raven. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for this family.”